Prologue
The story begins in Isenia, specifically the Land of The Elves, with Kori Faven, a purple-winged elf with a smooth tone. He is empathetic, adventurous, and overall a likable character. Regarding physical features, he has a chest scar, pale skin, pointed ears, deeper pigments of color over his face and chest, and feathered wings. His forest-green eyes shine brightly when his powers—teleportation, telekinesis, and healing—are in use. He carries a bow and sword, though he prefers his old-fashioned bow for its many uses and sentimental value. To store them, the brown-haired elf secures his shoulders underneath leather suspenders and attaches them to his pants.
As he does not earn much, Kori wears brown clothing made from cheap fabric. In the accessories category, Kori has a handkerchief around his neck and a tattoo of “mrahc,” which means “charm” in Ureglish, on his back.
Fortunately, Kori found peace within the Kale Forest, away from all Isenia's stresses. He enjoyed exploring, so he wandered and weaved through the trees, yet there was only so much of the Kale Forest. Sooner than later, Kori climbed every tree and stepped on each blade of grass.
One evening, this elf ventured where no ancestors of his would imagine during this day and age. Wisteria Woodlands was his destination, as it could support all peace. Unlike a sensible, winged elf, Faven mainly traveled on foot to receive the full exploration experience. Each patch of grass his shoes padded against flattened from his weight. These sections Kori knew well, but as he continued through the Kale Forest, a melodic tune swept throughout his surroundings. Imaginative music bounced off each tree trunk and leaf on the solid ground. It shoved his worries aside, causing his feet to push forward steadily across the Isenian border and off into Wisteria’s territory.
Rather than risking his luck and unintentionally reaching their village, Kori made sure to trek along Wisteria Lake. Faven heard stories of the sorts of creatures Wisteria was home to, and while meeting new inhabitants from all over Urega seemed tempting, he chose the path of safety. In the back of his mind, the soft tunes strengthened, but not forceful enough to derail his thoughts of The Village of Creatures. Their ways of life were fairer than Edenia’s, yet more interactive than Isenia’s. They had the most freedom out of the three villages, one obvious example is their diversity. Wisterians, too, were lovers of festivities, art, and music. However, that community's main downside was poor education and weak laws. The reason for poor education lies within the category of population. Being cast out and independent, Wisteria lacked the relationships required for trading and thus bore few resources for its citizens. With more creatures working toward the sustainability of Wisteria, educators were less present. In the case of brittle laws, this village owned the right leniency. Citizens had opportunities to participate in unlawful activities, only if they met the criteria of ‘not severe.’ Knowing this information, would you live there?
Every other moment, his glance landed on the loose waters outward. He had the chance to wade across, but the ringing in his ears from an ongoing battle between Edenia and Isenia managed his coordination. The winged elf stumbled farther inland, as if relearning how to walk. In his opinion, Kori believed flying was simpler.
Kori veered left into Wisteria Woodlands following the daze. Deeper and deeper he went, searching for a place to rest his achy legs. The Glow had shown brighter than ever, casting a tinted glow on everything ahead. This was the very experience he’d hoped for, a peaceful awakening into uncharted territory. His eyes very well deceived him, as his motion slowed and vision blurred. The pain in his calves weakened and instead jumbled together with specific throbs. Faven leaned against a tree, then collapsed on a dirt path near it. Standing over his unconscious body was a lean stature with hair whiter than a senior's. The figure lowered their bow and crouched to snatch the arrow from his back.
